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It had been a long day. And as long as his shift had been, Tank had remained committed to the idea of getting a pet. He had considered a cat briefly but ultimately decided he wasn't a cat person. At least not enough of one to adopt a feline. Then he'd toyed with the idea of a rat, because he found them to be cute and cuddly. Except what if it got loose before he could train it? What if it got out, or some how infested the apartment? Okay, cute, cuddly, but maybe not the best choice right now. He did long shifts after all and the guys at the firehouse would probably be more lenient with him bringing a larger animal in than they would him showing up with a pet rat. Some people just didn't like them. So, after much consideration, he'd decided on a dog. But the thing with a dog was that a dog did best with a yard. He'd have to take it out constantly. Thankfully his monetary savings had started to fluff up quite nicely and he knew it was a matter of time before he started to look for a more permanent residence in Lochland Grove. It'd been a full year now and he felt this was the place he'd like to settle down. Maybe, possibly, even if it were just an inkling of an idea now--- one day start a family. But that was a huge maybe and he still found he would much rather spoil his nieces back in Germany.

He had watched the local and surrounding shelters closely via their websites for available pets. He knew he wanted a young dog, preferably a puppy, and found he preferred fluffy dogs to short haired ones. He'd probably be picking dog hair out of his coffee before long. But everything tastes better with dog hair in it, right? Regardless. He'd watched the Petfinder.com thing and after months of keeping tabs on it, came across a pup he just couldn't say no to. Fluffy. Extra Fluffy. And... big? At first he hadn't considered it much. The shelter wasn't entirely sure what breed the dog was aside from 'fluffly and possibly large'. . All they knew is the pup had been relinquished to them in less than stellar conditions and had spent a few months being nursed back to full health before she became available for adoption, and the pup had fairly large paws. Maybe a rottie mix, maybe something else. At the time, and still, She had only been listed as Pup776.

Tank had picked up Pup776 and made a trip to the pet store. So, bag filled with goodies, pup now collared and leashed, he was cutting through Unity park on foot to give the dog some walk time on his way back to the apartment. He had been in such an excited rush after his shift had ended that he hadn't even changed out of his uniform, merely stripped off the uniform shirt and went on his way.

Everything was going pretty smoothly. Until Pup776 suddenly got excited while Tank was distracted and darted off so fast that he lost grip on the leash. She bolted far faster than he had expected the stubby fluffy puppy to go and didn't trip over her paws nearly as much as she had before--- then pelted right into the back of a stranger's knees. The stranger went down and the pup began to excitedly climb all over them. Tank came running up a few seconds later, apologizing in both English and German as he wrapped an arm around the squirming pup and lifted her off the other man.